Nataliya was imagining a vacation in Peru. It would be warm(it was never warm here. The colder she was the slower her metabolism, the less they had to feed her) and she would be very drunk. She couldn't remember the last time she got drunk. Her body just burned it off and then she was in jail. They didn't exactly have happy hour here and no humans to bribe for just a shot of real Russian Vodka. In her Peru she had lots of Russian Vodka, perhaps more than they have in Russia itself. In the real Peru, they were a disgraceful lack of Vodka, something she would rectify when she got out of there.

Speaking of, she watched as her food trey was delivered, before her food was supposed to be delivered. She got up and stalked around the PDA before she grabbed it. She listened to the first message and then decided what the hell. She tapped it again before putting it in her bra and glanced outside her cell.

Nataliya was curious, it's the only reason she accepted. Her brother would have gotten her out sooner or later, or at least transferred to a lower security prison. After all, no one knew the extent of her abilities, not even her. All they know is that she was fast, but fast wasn't enough to keep her here with the lawyers at her disposal. Still, it was interesting and Nataliya was bored. She had a wonderful imagination, it kept for entertained for hours on end but even it had it's limits. Her cell door opened but she waited a few minutes before exiting her cell. She wasn't a fighter, so she waited until she had a clear way to the tubes before taking off, she was there within ten seconds and she went up in the tube to the